A/N: Hey, Drakeara here. Yeah, this story's gonna be in first person surrent time all the way through, though I may slip up sometimes (I'm only human).

There may be some OC/CC (thats cannon character btw).

There's also gonna be plent of angst.

And just as I final note, the me in this fic is slightly different from the real me, namely, this me has never seen Ouran.

All the same, enjoy!

Prologue

It's a Monday. I hate Mondays. They're so… slow and cold. Everyone's partly hung over from drinking over the weekend and tired from the weekends screwed over sleeping pattern. Mondays are just too much hard work. And to make matters worse, it's an awful, gloomy day. Such an English day. That doesn't matter to me right now. I say nothing with my hair shielding my eyes and my bag is deadweight on my shoulder. I had just been given the most painful news of my life. I'd been kicked off the course and failed that year at college. Yet again, my dreams were crumbing before my face. It was only with a lot of inner strength that I manage to keep the tears in. A hand lands on my shoulder.

"Abi…We heard what happened. Are you gonna be ok? I mean…Like you said; it'd be hard to make it into the Fire Service without at least these full two years behind you." One of my ex-class mates said, just trying to comfort me.

"I'll be fine." I reply a little coldly. "I mean, there's a whole world out there for me" But not the world I want. "'Sides, it's my own fault for being so lax." I shrug her hand away from me and begin to walk away. "I gotta go: I'm not welcome in this college anymore…"

As soon as I'm out of sight and earshot of them, I let the demanding tears in my eyes fall. And soon more join them until there's a small stream of them flowing down my face. I just stand there on the middle step crying silently and relentlessly to myself. I screwed up. Big time. And I've got no one to blame but myself. There's no one I could let comfort me. It's just me and my own stupidity. Forcing myself to stop with a few deep breaths, I wipe away the left over tears and pull out my MP3 player and large decorative headphones.

I become so caught up in regret and loud, angsty music that I fail to notice that I walked clean out of the college main building, out of the grounds and out to the road below.

I was so caught up in thought and concentrating on my regret so much that I hardly heard the screech of tires and the blaring horn…

And then there was only blackness…